It is written in a funny style, with quite some humorous self-criticism. You realise, how much simpler
people thought about many things, how comradery and friendship were held high; how they enjoyed
just to get some better food than the average soldiers or the people back home, suffering under the
war circumstances. He describes, how there were no fighter training schools in the early days; how
they had to just find out themselves.
What he does quite well, is to describe conflicting emotions. For example, when he gets his first
Albatros D II and encounters a single, unescorted Farman. How he first gets into the hunting fever,
doing everything wrong and under dangerous circumstances, how he finally gets the craft down,
but with no witness. He lands at his previous recon Staffel field and really gets them to fly to the
crash site to make a photograph to proof his first victory. And then, when he flies back to base alone,
he feels like s**t, cause he has killed two boys, who also had families, mothers, girlfriends - and today
is the 24th of December...